Sorry Tommy, can't help with the coffee shop, but you just got my mind wandering into the past, plus I've just finished listening to the good olds 'pies flogging the Hawks. My parents used to own a pub in Victoria Street Abbotsford, the Duke of Albany. I took my wife over there for a look last year, and it's now been turned into offices upstairs, and I think it was a cafe or something downstairs. Rats! There go my dreams of the past, of my teenage years. Actually I could hardly recognise the street, it looked more like Vietnam. Don
